Tuesday, March 30, 2010

Ana Alegria Says...

Several weeks ago, I was fortunate enough to be featured on the lovely blog Ana Alegria Says.... It is a beautiful and interesting blog. Definitely worth checking out.

Tuesday, March 23, 2010

My Other Half

This is my husband.

This picture was taken several years ago at the beach when my oldest son was barely a year old.
It is so hard to sum up my husband in one little old post.
He is my best friend.

We grew up together and started off as friends before we fell in love.

He is smart.

He is talented.

He is a devoted husband and father.

He is, hands down, the funniest guy I know.

I could keep going but it would only cause him further embarrassment so I'll have to stop there.

Monday, March 22, 2010

Because I Need A Laugh Today

Who doesn't love Flight of the Conchords? And what is better than a laugh with French 60's twist?

Wednesday, March 17, 2010

Lost Things

Oh, how I love this song. Oh, how I love this video. Oh, how I'd love to have a mane of red hair. Maybe someday I'll be brave enough to try it.

Monday, March 15, 2010

A Little Sympathy For Villains

I like fairy tales.
If you've seen my work, you probably already guessed that.
I like the fairy tales that I read as a child and I also love new fiction that takes those old stories and breathes new life into them.
Ellen Datlow and Terri Windling are the editors of a seemingly endless collection of short stories from wonderful writers. The best are the ones that take fairy tales and folk tales and turn them on their head.
Such is the case with Troll's Eye View, A Book Of Villainous Tales. In it, each story examines a fairy tale from the villain's point of view. Suddenly the lines delineating who is the real hero and who is the real villain are blurred.
Up the Down Beanstalk: A Wife Remembers by Peter S. Beagle tells the story of Jack and the beanstalk from the giant's wife's perspective.
Troll by Jane Yolen gives a sympathetic view of the troll from The Three Billy Goats Gruff
But my favorite is A Delicate Architecture by Catherynne M. Valente. I won't explain it because it would give too much a way but here is just one lovely excerpt.
My breakfast plate was clear, hard butterscotch, full of oven bubbles. I ate my soft-boiled marzipan egg gingerly, tapping its little cap with a toffee hammer. The yolk within was lemony syrup that dribbled onto my egg cup. I drank chocolate from a black vanilla-bean mug.